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OUR BROTHERS AT THE FRONT

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The Brotherhood Federation was much cheered by hearing of Brotherhood gatherings in the trenches, and the following hymn was written by me in response to a special request for a hymn which could be sung both at the meetings at home, and at those in the trenches, and be one more proof to our brothers at the front that they are all, ever and always, in our loving memory. Of set purpose I used the familiar common metre so that the words would lend themselves to many tunes long much loved, and at the Brotherhood connected with the Marylebone Presbyterian Church, London, “Belmont” has been employed, Sunday by Sunday, for several months with marked acceptance.

Our hearts are with you all the week,
But must when Sunday comes
While musing, in our homes at peace,
On you, where roll the drums.
And when, on Sunday afternoon,
We see your vacant place,
We were not brothers did not gloom
Fall on our hearts a space.
Yet you and we, on shore or sea,
By faith can surely meet,
And re-unite our sundered souls,
Before the mercy-seat.
There shall we greet you, soul by soul,
There shall we watch and pray,
There shall we keep our courage up,
Till dawns the happy day


Soon, soon, it cannot be too soon,
When, home from sea or shore,
With joy that war at last is o'er
With you we meet once more.